[Mostly Closed] August Catch-All

[alchemyfreak]

who: Anyone that wants to interact with Ed during August (Hit me up to request a top level at TransmutedSelf or post your own!)
what: Various
when: Anytime during August
where: Floor six, the Gardens, The General Store, Trixie and some nice burger joint in the city
warnings: Amnesia effects August 12th-19th, nightmares, religious talk etc. The nightmare thread has the potential to get pretty dark, warnings will go in individual tags.

Top-levels will be posted below.

Ed also has an open mingle posted if that's your thing.

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[alchemyfreak]

At this point Ed is completely lost in this discussion so he just looks between them curiously. "You guys from the same world or something?" Just the idea that Nico threw out a random date and suddenly Jay knows his age seems to come out of nowhere for him with the lack of context. It just didn't add up with the dating system he was used to.

His eyes narrow some at the conversation about death, "Hey, I'm not dead yet. Death isn't exactly permanent in Purg, it's not like it happened on my home world either." He knew it was only a matter of time, but it was weird to think about it like that. He hadn't died and been brought back or anything like Jay had, he gestures vaguely as he speaks again. "Purgatorium worked sort of like an underworld, we weren't really living to begin with. It was some weird half-life, we were basically frozen in time, death wasn't permanent and no one aged a day while we were there."

[hititwithacrowbar]

"You dont look a day over seventeen. So, Ed brings up a good point, Nico, you ever heard of the Justice League or Batman?" He asked. "Or, the Amazons of Themyscira?" He figured going with the supers, and good ole Bats was a good way to see. "Because I doubt it. I think we just have similar years. It was 2017 for me." He explained with a wave of his hand as he sat back.

"The place you were before sounds real peachy keen, Ed. It sounds like what the name says, Purgatory, like Dante's Divine Comedy, Purgatory." He explained with a shrug. Then he sat back and took a drink of the beer looking down into it as he listened to Ed. Eh, fuck it. Not like his identity really mattered here. "Seem's I'm alone in the died and got better group." looking into the beer he sat the glass down and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I got in a fight with B, a real bad one, he thought I killed someone so he benched me..." No context more given there. "I ran off like the genius I am, and ended up running into one of my moms old friends, she kept a box of my families stuff from after mom died and my birth certificate was in there. Turned out, mom wasn't my mom... so I hunted down my real mother to Qurac, it was the happiest I've ever been." He looked pretty sad for a moment. His brother's would be proud he was talking instead of quipping about it. "Turns out, my real mom was a crook to, she was working for the Joker, and my dumbass thought she needed saving... so I gave up my secret Identity. I showed her I was Robin and tried to save her." He explained to Ed what Robin was when the memories were messed up, but not that he was Robin. "She gave me over to the Joker. She watched as he took a crowbar to me. That alone nearly killed me but... when he left he left a bomb and despite how bad it hurt I had to save her, she was my mom...The door was locked but I tried. I failed. We both died."

After speaking all of that Jason lifted the beer back up taking another drink.

[deathkid]

Ed's question brings up a very good idea to Nico, but Jason gets the jump on it before he does. He listens as Jason rambles off some names and sure, some of them sound familiar ( like Batman, whom Nico had assumed was only a comicbook character), but it's the mentions of Amazons that make him frown but nod. "I've heard of some of them. Amazons are up in Seattle now, running the Amazon corporation. My sister had a run in with them once, and I got captured by a few of them when a friend and I were transporting a statue to New York. They're not bad, but I don't like how they treat guys."

He snorts, polishing off his drink and ordering a new one. Then he focuses on his fries. "Jason's right. It does sound like Dante's Purgatory, only maybe worse. But it's good you got out of there. I'd hate to be trapped someplace like that." Especially after his travels through Tartarus. Sighing, he shrugs and takes a sip of his new drink when it arrives.

"I think this stuff is starting to affect me. It's hard to tell with demigod metabolisms."

[alchemyfreak]

At the year Ed makes a face as if Jason just started spouting nonsense. “2017…” He looks at Nico, considering the ease in which the math could be done there. “So, you’re talking about the 1930’s? Our dating systems must be completely different, 1930 is over a decade away where I’m from… and I don’t know anything about Amazons.” He’s completely lost on that topic, but he was getting used to being clueless during this discussion so he just listens to the other two until the conversation turns back to Purgatorium.

“That place was no comedy.” Another reference he doesn’t get, but Ed is from that awkward time period in his life where he has suspicions about Dante that aren’t confirmed yet so the familiar name does get his attention, even if it’s not the same person. “Who’s Dante?” This conversation was only getting more and more out of his realm of reality as they talked. “The names are similar enough, that’s not surprising, them sounding the same.” Maybe Purgatorium was worse, what would he know about that? “We were there to suffer for our sins, and we did.” Simple, straight forward. “I don’t know how lucky I am to be out of there, though.” Everything about it had been easier than Attollo, which he never would have gone to if he hadn’t left Purg. “It probably sounds messed up, but- it felt like home.”

When Jay noted that he was alone though, Ed shrugged. He finished off his drink before setting the glass down again, keeping his gaze focused on the bar rather than either of them. “For now, maybe. I die back home, and Al brings me back it just… Hasn’t happened yet. I’m not sure how those memory canisters work, but if I get one of them at least my memories will be caught up.” He’d been considering it for a bit, now, although he was still undecided on whether or not he wanted to do it. Not only because he wasn’t sure he wanted them, but because it would just complicate everything about him further. He still won’t have technically died, as far as he’s aware but he’ll remember it like it happened.

Okay, so Jason was Robin and that meant Jason also knew Batman and all of this was definitely registered but it was hardly sinking in as the story continued because Ed is focused on one thing. “You found your mother again and she turned you over to get killed?!” Drug addict mother, mother with intent to murder. This guy sure didn’t get any breaks. He couldn’t blame Jay for trying to defend her after though, he’s not sure he wouldn’t have done the same exact thing in that position. It’s not exactly a time for thinking, instinct takes over.

After a moment he orders another drink, hunching slightly In his seat at Nico’s words. “I don’t know anything about your metabolism but I don’t normally drink much.” Or at all, this was definitely getting to be a record already.

[hititwithacrowbar]

"Doubt their the same Amazons, but the idea of Arty and Diana running the Amazon corporation is funny as hell to me." He spoke managing a chuckle despite the pain of speaking his death always gave him. He had the urge to get up and go outside for a smoke but he ignored it. "The amazons are a group of powerful warrior women made by the greek gods. I know three of them back home. Artemis, Diana and Donna." He explained. "I'll grab you a copy of the book when I go back to the bookstore, but he was an old poet."

Jason refilled his glass once more, finishing the pitcher off in the process. "I don't trust those canisters." Granted, Jay didn't trust a lot of stuff. As Ed questioned his story to took a drink. "Two different women. Catherine is who I thought my mom was, she's the one who OD'ed, Sheila's my real mother and she's the one that handed me over. Call me skeptical but I don't really trust Sheila's sob story now, so I don't know what happened there or why I was never told. Their all dead so, I doubt I ever will." He died for a woman he didn't know simply because she gave birth to him.

"Maybe he gave you something strong enough for a god, I know a lot of the meta-humans back home normal booze does nothing for them." Jay was still sober, but he had a high tolerance for beer which was why it was his drink of choice when he talked to people.